He Booked Every Billboard; My Death Certificate Arrived

The day I was diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer. Cecil was off diving in the Maldives with his childhood sweetheart. "She's a little afraid of deep water, so I have to stay with her. Just take some stomach medicine yourself." After I hung up, I dropped my phone, along with the sixth-anniversary engagement rings he'd given me, into the hospital's medical waste bin. A few days later, he bought out every big screen in the city to propose to me.